How Far Is Far Enough?

Poems

How far is far enough
and how long, too long already?
What is to be in love
for the puppeteer Destiny?
    

Is numbness a comfort
when your life starts to fall apart,
with no center to hold
or love to soothe your bleeding heart?
    

I have waged war
against my fate and lost
but not without
a precious lesson learned,
it is wiser
to hang onto things we have got
even when
life has left us too broken and burned!

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Day 11 of 90: Getting easier by the day.

I had someone ask me this morning why I don’t have a more “professional” looking picture. I can understand why they asked, as most authors you see in this world have a wonderful picture that shows the readers that the author is a real person.

Not mine. I’ve been Jason, a stormtrooper, Yoda, and Darth Vader. I know I might be putting off some readers with my antics, but I don’t care. What I thought about a book was never affected by what the author looked like. If I loved the words that filled up the pages I had no reason to care what the author looked like.

I’m happier letting my personality shine through, and if people think my books are written by robots, then all the better!

I don’t have all the answers, nor do I want to. I only know what I’ve experienced in my life. I only have the ability to affect things directly related to me. And my experience tells me to let my geek flag fly. It’s always better to be yourself, never be ashamed of who you are. We are all individuals, something I believe we should cling to, and you should remain both your most ardent supporter and harshest critic.